歌曲 | Playtime |
歌手 | Cindytalk |
专辑 | In This World |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I'm with you tonight | |
Without mask or clothes | |
I'm in your hands | |
Like a leper I crawl and hide | |
Burnt by the sunlight | |
And chased by the cold | |
We're in some strangely-lit room | |
No signs of decay | |
Until twilight falls over us | |
To show us our way | |
Beyond the comfort of loneliness | |
We follow our footsteps | |
Dancing | |
Dancing | |
What can we take from the collision of two bodies | |
Without an accidents | |
Oh, thing of love…memories | |
And just to touch something | |
Just to taste without spitting out | |
Without throwing up | |
Oh, thing of love…caressing | |
And now it’s playtime | |
And some pathway through a laugh | |
And a jolt and a laugh | |
Your train stations are my radio-waves | |
In no-man’s land | |
Some kind of romance |
I' m with you tonight | |
Without mask or clothes | |
I' m in your hands | |
Like a leper I crawl and hide | |
Burnt by the sunlight | |
And chased by the cold | |
We' re in some strangelylit room | |
No signs of decay | |
Until twilight falls over us | |
To show us our way | |
Beyond the comfort of loneliness | |
We follow our footsteps | |
Dancing | |
Dancing | |
What can we take from the collision of two bodies | |
Without an accidents | |
Oh, thing of love memories | |
And just to touch something | |
Just to taste without spitting out | |
Without throwing up | |
Oh, thing of love caressing | |
And now it' s playtime | |
And some pathway through a laugh | |
And a jolt and a laugh | |
Your train stations are my radiowaves | |
In noman' s land | |
Some kind of romance |
I' m with you tonight | |
Without mask or clothes | |
I' m in your hands | |
Like a leper I crawl and hide | |
Burnt by the sunlight | |
And chased by the cold | |
We' re in some strangelylit room | |
No signs of decay | |
Until twilight falls over us | |
To show us our way | |
Beyond the comfort of loneliness | |
We follow our footsteps | |
Dancing | |
Dancing | |
What can we take from the collision of two bodies | |
Without an accidents | |
Oh, thing of love memories | |
And just to touch something | |
Just to taste without spitting out | |
Without throwing up | |
Oh, thing of love caressing | |
And now it' s playtime | |
And some pathway through a laugh | |
And a jolt and a laugh | |
Your train stations are my radiowaves | |
In noman' s land | |
Some kind of romance |